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i had the wildest dream this morning. it's like watching a movie. tragedy? comedy? i think i've watched too much television XD alright, it goes like this:
somehow it started with me with the skill of playing electric guitar. and some superstars were coming to the place i was at, to perform with me. (yeah, this is a perfect example of some weird experiences which we call dreams.) so i practiced everyday in front of my family, whom i cannot even see their faces. finally, the day was here. and just hours before hitting the stage, i rehearsed once, just in case. uh oh! i played the first few notes, paused, and turned around to face my family saying that i've forgotten how to continue the song.
all of a sudden, the backdrop and setting changed. Jadine and Joey popped right beside me. somehow i just knew that we were in danger and needed to leave that place fast. this is the dumb part. we saw enemies, ancient soldiers on horses with either swords or sharp wooden sticks, coming from far front. but yet, we still agreed that the safest place is at the far far front, meaning the same direction where the enemies were coming. so we 'chiong-ed' against the heavy traffic of horses and soldiers.
without doubt, they attacked us. and a sword just appeared in my hand. to defend ourselves, with no fighting experience, i just started slashing any soldier which tried to come close. but still, i got poked by one of their sharp wooden stick. no pain =.= soon, the enemies were gone, leaving behind modern yet broken shop houses. i turned around, seeing only Jadine. "Where is Joey?" i asked. she replied, "I don't know." we totally panicked!
so, we searched around. Jadine went "THERE!". and we peered into a shophouse, which instead of brick walls, had glass wall and a sleek glass door instead. ah! we saw Joey lying on the ground. but that's not her. as in, not her body, not a human body. it's a stylish plastic bottle thingy which changes colour every now and then, with the label 'Joey' which changes colour too. instantly, we started crying and everything =.= we carried the bottle everywhere we go.*toush wood* !!!okay. THE END. i couldn't stop laughing as i type. but it was really, really, very horrifying. having to fight soldiers and losing a friend *touch wood* this is even worse than the nightmare i had when i was six. what can be worse than losing a friend/family member? *touch wood*i'm lazy to purchase my secondary two books :(
♥ 22:46